Hand In Hand
As school starts, I got thrown into thinking of all the school things you made sure we were ready for. Aside from the lunches, the clothes, the magic sock basket, doing the girl’s hair, making sure I had a tank of hairspray for my “spike”. Most days I can’t even fathom having this many kids in school. I know there are more school pics I can dig up, but this one is one of my favorites. It’s a “start”, a new beginning, a new year, a fresh go at it. I imagine those feelings of joy you had walking any of us up to Delcroft during those days. Holding our hands. Hearing us mumble or talk. I would give anything to have had technology record those moments. Those private moments, mother and child/teen/college. I think of the time we made the volcano. The time I made some crazy farm out of some weird mix of pancake mix and something else and it hardeneed, but then broke apart during the school year. Accepting that I wasn’t a lunch bag kid and my public school roots were just happy to have a foi